Chapter 888 The Gap Between the God of Faith and the God of Concept!

"Come, brother !!"

The ‘big influence” who turned into a fat girl shouted excitedly, revealing a hint of excitement in the voice.

Paul was startled by this sudden move, trying to break away from the embrace of the other party. His heart was full of doubts and vigilance, and did not want to be touched by the other party.

As we all know, it is composed of plague and pus. Their body is a collection of germs, and all kinds of diseases will be infected when they are stuck.

Unfortunately, the power of the other party is much larger than Paul, and he can't be completely struggling for a while.

Paul carefully looked at the enthusiastic guy in front of him, and asked hesitant: "You ... Count Hasmir?"

"Hum ~~~"

Hearing Paul's question, the fat girl laughed, and then stood upright, holding her own shovel, and proudly said:

"I am the god of life, growth and gardener -dirt, great chaotic loving father!"

"Puff ~~~"

The opponent's appearance said that he was a dirt, and Paul couldn't help but laughed.

But watching the dissatisfaction rising on the opponent's face and the more powerful arm curved on the neck,

Paul hurriedly used Nianli to force up the arm that dirt and put on his shoulder, and then forcibly returned to smile.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his right hand without showing weaknesses, his palm upwards, showing a ball of turmoil with strange light.

"Change, magic and the god of the world -treacherous!"

Paul announced his respect in the Asian space in the same way, with confidence in his tone.

After being promoted into a variety of changes, his power is actually enough to compete with dirt.

Therefore, he did not have much fear of this so -called chaotic mixture, and more was a attitude of discussing peers.

"Is it still the sub -space here? How can I come to this kind of place inexplicably?"

Paul stared straight at the dirt's eyes and asked slightly curiously.

At this time, he was full of curiosity. This beautiful garden is completely different from the sub -space in his cognition.

Therefore, he was eager to figure out why he was here, and planned to make plans when he returned to the Asian space in the future.

Na Duck did not answer Paul directly. Instead, he walked to the huge and extremely incomparable cricket, and continued to concentrate on cooking the mysterious soup.

Then he stirred the thick soup bubbling in the pot, and answered indifferently:

"Here is my establishment of a garden in the Asian space. The prisoner. You only need to re -establish the connection with the sub -space to obtain the authority of establishing an independent world accordingly.

And the reason why I brought you here is naturally to help you safely ascending God, so as not to be spy on the essence of God! "

After speaking, He will no longer care about Paul,

"Low and crushing, what are the words ... ancient gods?"

Paul frowned tightly and asked with doubt.

For the knowledge of the Asian space, he really knows very little, and he has only a half -knowledge of the Asian space when he is just a human beings.

In the traditional concept of human beings, the power of the new gods is not worth mentioning compared to the ancient gods.

You know, the ancient god faith has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and its foundation has a deep foundation and a long history;

On the other hand, a new god led by the gods of thousands of machines, they are just the emerging gods who are accompanied by the birth of the Asian space.

"Brother, don't take those guys in your eyes!"

Swap the shovel in his hand, knocking on the cricket vigorously, making a crisp and loud noise.

He shouted loudly with his throat: "What kind of shit and ancient gods, they just absorbed the powerful nightmare produced by human beliefs!

And we are the most distinguished concept god, represent the supreme rules of the entire universe!

Compared with us, those ancient gods are purely a group of non -flowing fish! "

In fact, in the Asian space, the so -called ancient gods are essentially the nightmare that originally existed in the dream world.

The reason why it has evolved into ancient gods is because Xiao's acquiescence,

The second is that due to the absorption of the unique soul energy and characteristics of the sub -space, these nightmares gradually separated from the dream, gained its own independent soul, and then evolved into a god.

But even so, these ancient gods still have fatal weaknesses. Once they die, they are truly dead.

Although it may be resurrected by the believer of the believers, the new generation of gods who have been renewed are no longer the original individual after the rebirth.

The dirt and rape of the concept God are different. They represent life and one representing knowledge. As long as the sub -space still exists, there are still two concepts.

They have endless power, and they are also immortal. For them, the ancient gods are not even other miscellaneous fish.

However, the dirt of the concept God is very different from the rape.

The dirt symbolizes life, and the fields he controls cover the growth, reproduction and decay of all things;

The gangster represents knowledge, and its strength comes from the insight and understanding of all mysteries in the world.

As long as there are still two concepts of life and knowledge in the sub -space, they can continue to draw endless power to ensure their eternal immortality.

In contrast, in the eyes of dirt, those ancient deities are indeed not even low.

These ancient gods lack the understanding of the true meaning of the law, and cannot see the profound wisdom hidden behind the knowledge, so they are not worthy of being compared with Nurgle.

Paul quickly knew the gap between the god of faith and the god of concept by querying the knowledge in his mind.

He came to Nurgle, then condensed a crystal throne, sat on it gracefully, and asked a crucial question:

"Why are you so kind to help me? Just because we are allies of the human beings? And why do you keep calling me your brother? What's that strange accent?"

Nurgle stopped his actions, raised his head and glanced at Paul, with a strange smile on his lips, and said: "Don't care about these details. As for the reason for helping you, hehehe... Well, it's boring to say it out. Everything is engraved in the great bloodline, and you need to experience it yourself!"

As soon as the voice fell, He lowered his head again, as if to change the subject, and scooped out a shovel full of steaming thick soup from the big pot.

The soup was a disgusting yellow-green color and as thick as snot. Because of the heating, bubbles kept appearing on the surface, making it look as disgusting as rotten pus.